Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.